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Travis couldn’t stop thinking about it.
He had told her that he’d consider it, and he had been telling the truth, but he had only needed to ponder over it for an hour before he was practically aching at the thought of her on top of him. Her blonde hair loose and brushing her shoulders, skin flushed but a wicked smile playing at her lips.
Yeah, Travis had considered it and it was a resounding yes, yes, please—
But now—now, he’s unsure of how to just ask for it.
It’s been a week since she first approached him with the idea, and Laura hasn’t brought it up again. She’s likely trying to give him time to consider it on his own, unwilling to push. She’s outspoken and stubborn, but when it comes to something like this, he knows that she refuses to rush him on it. And for once, Travis just wishes that she would.
He’s grown, he knows he shouldn’t be so stumped by the thought, but he’s always had difficulty in explaining what he wants. He supposes it comes with the territory of growing up with parents who weren’t all that good at listening to his needs. He’s used to tending to things on his own, on refusing to rely on others. Taking care of other people is more his forte, not the other way around. Now that he doesn’t have to anymore, he’s slowly unlearning that way of thinking, but it’s not easy.
Laura is surprisingly rather patient with him, maybe more patient than he truly deserves. She calls him out when he needs it, though, and they push against each other like particularly stubborn bulls, but somehow, they always manage to make it work.
So, this shouldn’t be any different. In fact, it’s far less daunting than several of the other obstacles they have had to face together so far.
It’s late one night when he thinks about it again. She’s kissing him, hands skimming over the worn collar of his old T-shirt. She’s warm, her lips soft as she leans into him, and he imagines her pushing him backwards, his back hitting the mattress and her thighs beneath his.
It nearly makes him groan, the hitched noise causing Laura to pull back, peering at him curiously. Her cheeks are slightly red, her hair framing her face just right—and before he can think, he’s blurting out—
“Could we—try it tonight?” His voice sounds rougher than he means for it to, but the words cause an immediate, tentative spark to ignite in her eyes.
Her lips twitch, but her face is steadily neutral despite her obvious excitement, “You gonna be any more specific?”
She knows exactly what he means and he swallows, trying not to focus too much on the grip she has on the back of his neck.
He huffs quietly, “You know what I’m talking about.”
“Do I?” She pushes, her hand sliding into his hair and pulling his head back with a light tug. She’s testing the waters, her eyes intently on him with an obvious question. Is this okay? Is this what you want?
He sighs, relaxing slightly into her grip. “Yeah.” He mumbles, “I want—want you to…” he trails off, finding the words clumping in his throat again.
“You want me to fuck you?” Laura supplies helpfully, laughing breathily when Travis splutters for a moment. But he smiles, her head leaning down to knock gently against his.
“Yeah. Yeah—that’d be good.” He whispers, and he sees the way she chews slightly at her bottom lip. He knows that he wants this, but her eagerness is contagious, makes him feel desired.
“Yeah? You sure? You don’t have to do this for my sake, you know.”
“Yeah I’m sure.”
She smiles, pecking him on the cheek before practically bouncing off of their bed, “One moment.” She holds up a finger, scurrying off for their closet.
She’s in one of his white button downs, the shirt reaching her mid thigh. He could become addicted to the sight of her wearing his things, smelling like him. But when she tugs the box out from under a couple of folded sheets, he can’t help but look away, if only for a moment. He can’t help but feel the mix of anxiety and embarrassment that twists up in his chest, brushing up against the budding excitement.
He’s never done anything like this before, but for Laura he wants to try. And he’s—curious. Very curious.
She carefully lays the strap-on down next to him, along with a new bottle of lube. Travis expertly avoids glancing at them, and instead focuses on the dip of the bed under Laura’s weight. She crawls up to him, balanced on her knees with her hands on his shoulders.
She kisses the corner of his mouth, “Lay back for me?” She asks, and Travis complies, sliding down to the bed with her hands urging him back. She’s propped up between his legs, hands running down the cotton pants covering his thighs.
“You’ve never done this before?” It’s said more like a statement than a question, likely Laura just wanting a verbal confirmation from him. Or maybe she just likes seeing him squirm.
He huffs, “You already know the answer.”
She smiles, popping his waistband against his hip, “Well, maybe I just want to bask in the glory of being the first woman to ever fuck Travis Hackett. It’s quite an achievement.”
He rolls his eyes even as he shivers slightly at the feeling of her hands skimming over his stomach, his shirt riding up against her arm. Her palm lays flat close to his sternum as she leans up, her face hovering over his. He can feel the whispers of her breath on his cheeks, her shining eyes.
“Just let me take care of you this time, okay?” She says quietly, and something warm unfurls in his chest, heat pooling in his abdomen. His lips tighten but Laura’s hands squeeze at his hips and he practically melts into her grip. Maybe—just for tonight—
“Okay.” He acquiesces, and she smiles, kissing the side of his jaw.
“Good boy.” She quips, and no matter how many times he tries to grumble, he knows that the words send heat skittering down his spine. And she knows that, too.
Her lips trail down his neck, teeth catching at his skin, her tongue making him sigh and her bites pushing a hiss from between his teeth. It’s slow, Laura seeming to be in no hurry, and Travis is slightly grateful. This is familiar, an easy rhythm to fall into as his hands cup her waist. Her shirt bunches up around her chest and his thumbs skim over the skin of her ribs, just beneath her bare breasts.
And then Laura is tugging at his pants and boxers, urging his hips up so she can pull them down. The air is cold, but Laura is quickly running her hands over the exposed skin, nails digging into his thighs.
“Still good?” She asks, pulling back to look at his face.
He swallows, “Yes.” His voice is a quiet rasp, a mix of nerves and anticipation.
She thumbs at his hip bone, “I’ll be careful. You don’t have to worry about anything.” She kisses one of the several stinging patches of skin on his neck. Travis is likely covered in her marks by now, and he decidedly ignores the way warmth pools in his stomach like molten honey at the idea.
But her voice is a comfort—confident and sincere. She’s done this before, and he trusts her. She wouldn’t suggest this if she thought it’d be unpleasant for him, if she thought he’d truly hate it. And he doesn't think that he will, certainly not when it’s with her.
She grabs one of the pillows next to his head, her other hand patting his hip, “Lift up for a moment.” She says and Travis raises his hips, the pillow sliding in under him. “For comfort.” She explains.
Travis huffs, but doesn’t argue. She pinches at his waist in retaliation, laughing as she grabs the bottle of lube. The strap-on stays in place for now, laying still in the sheets. Travis may still be a bit hesitant to even look over at it.
“This might be uncomfortable.” She tells him, “Have you ever—fingered yourself before?” Her words hitch for only a moment, but she’s looking at him seriously despite her flushed face and the teeth chewing at her bottom lip.
Travis nods after a brief second, “Only once.” And it had been a rather irritating and unsatisfying experience. Travis was young, alone, and honestly hadn’t had much of a clue in what he was doing. He’s never tried again, by himself or with a partner. He’s putting a lot of trust in Laura’s hands right now, and she must know it.
“Okay. That’s fine, I’ll just go a bit slow.” She smirks, “Give you time to catch up.” She teases lightheartedly, pouring a generous amount of lube into her hand. Her trimmed nails rub together, warming it up between her fingers.
“I’m starting to think you enjoy making fun of me.” He refrains from smiling, but the words are far from heated. In fact, despite what he knows is coming next, he feels more relaxed.
“Now where did you get that idea?” She smiles, leaning down to kiss at his bent knee.
“Ready?” She peers up at him with bright eyes and he gives her a small nod, resisting the urge to bring one of his hands up to cover his face. It shouldn’t be embarrassing, not when they have been in a multitude of different positions and situations—but it’s different, this time.
The first prod at his entrance makes him shiver, his hips slightly flinching. He quickly stills himself but Laura pets at his thigh soothingly, her finger continuing to gently push forward. The sensation is—strange. Not exactly painful, but incredibly unfamiliar.
He must make a face because Laura giggles before stifling it, “Sorry, sorry. You just—” she snorts, her finger still moving in his ass—a sentence that Travis never thought he would ever experience.
“Look like a squeezed lemon?” He supplies helpfully and a laugh breaks through her lips, her face taking longer to smooth out again. He can’t help but smile a bit at the sight.
“Just relax.” She says softly, leaning forward and placing a kiss on his chest. She’s pushing a second finger in now, a tongue teasing at one of his nipples. He sighs, the back of his neck already feeling slightly tacky with sweat. She pushes another one in after a few moments, the discomfort quickly fading.
The movement of her fingers is slow and deep, far more skillful than he remembers his own clumsy ministrations being. The sensation is warmer, wet and bordering on pleasurable. He’s only half-hard, but Laura just continues to tease at his chest, her fingers steady.
And then her fingers curl and his legs jump, a harsh yelp pushing past his lips. His hands clench over her shoulders, Laura’s eyes peering up to meet his. Her lips are tugging into a smile, her eyes narrowing slightly.
Before he can get a word out her fingers move again and Travis bites down on his lip to contain the noise he wants to make, a shiver skittering up his spine.
“Wha—” he gasps, moaning softly as she kisses the hollow of his throat. Her fingers are still moving and he’s gone hot all over, nearly whimpering at the new sensation. It’s humiliating—
“Good?” Laura breathes, all preening smugness as she’s practically glowing. She’s beautiful and infuriating.
“Laura.” He hisses, his hips shifting as she presses directly up against that spot again, prodding until his breath stutters on a trembling moan. He’s adjusting to the fullness of it, her fingers hot and wet inside of him.
And then she’s pulling her fingers out and he makes a soft noise at the loss, Laura laughing quietly as she kisses his chest.
“Just a moment.” She says, a flash of teeth as she reaches for her bright pink dildo. Travis feels a bit ridiculous looking at it but he wants, wants it more than he even wants to admit . There’s still a small pit of nerves in his stomach, but it’s quickly rushed out by the heat. She’s quick and sure with her movements, strapping it over her hips and looking at him with unfettered desire. He swallows thickly.
Her hands splay over his thighs, pushing them apart and urging them up. She leans forward, the tip of the toy brushing his hip as she kisses the side of his jaw. But she doesn’t attempt to push in, only continues to nip and kiss at his shoulder and neck.
He squeezes her bicep lightly, trying to get her attention, but she only hums, biting at his clavicle. His brows furrow, “Come on, Laura.” He breathes, shifting his hips slightly.
Laura hums again, her eyes bright and faux-innocent, “What?” She asks, her teeth peeking from behind her lips.
He huffs, “Aren’t you going to…” he trails off, wanting to curse himself.
“What?” She breathes hotly, “What do you want?”
Travis shivers, swallowing as his fingers curl uselessly over her shoulders.
“Come on, you can ask.” She smiles, the toy brushing up against his cock. He groans, but she shifts away before he can feel anything more.
“Laura.” He gasps, “Laura, please.”
Her eyes are lidded, teeth digging into her bottom lip. “So close.” She whispers, and he knows that she isn’t going to fuck him until he explicitly asks for it.
His jaw clenches, and then, “Fuck me. Please, Laura.” His hips shift, trying to find any kind of friction. The toy brushes his hole and he sucks in a thin breath, “Please.”
“Good boy.” She breathes, and then she’s finally pushing in, Travis gasping at both the words and the feeling of her slowly sliding into him.
Her breath is hot against his clavicle, her hands gripping at his hips. The strap-on is bigger than her fingers, his breath catching in his throat at the larger stretch. She kisses the corner of his mouth as she bottoms out, sighing into the side of his throat.
Travis breathes out, head pushing back into the pillow.
“You okay?” Laura asks, petting at his waist.
“More—more than okay.” He rasps and she chuckles, leaning back slightly.
Her hands run up and down his hips, and then she moves, her hips rolling up into him. He moans, breath stuttering at the pressure. She does it again, biting her lip as she watches him.
“Ah—” he chokes off as she pulls back slightly and pushes forward, shallow but deep.
And then she reels back again and she’s properly fucking him, her fingernails digging into his hips and waist.
“Ah—hah, Laura. Laura.”
He grasps at her shoulders, his back bowing up. He begins to meet her with each thrust, pushing into her weight. It’s good, far better than he had ever expected. He’s moaning nearly every time their bodies meet, making far more noise than he ever has before, but Laura’s eyes are bright and heavy on him. Like she’s enjoying it, and it quickly tempers his embarrassment.
And when she hits that spot in him again, he nearly shouts, heat roiling in his stomach and his thighs nearly trembling. “Fuck—oh. Fuck.”
“Yeah?” Laura gasps, fingers teasing at his cock, “Feels good?”
Travis groans, only finding it in himself to nod frantically in response. He can hear her breathless laughter, her gasps as she continues to thrust into him.
“Feels so good.” She breathes into his chest, “So good for me.”
Travis stifles a small whimper, but he knows she notices. Knows how much he likes to hear her say it.
She strokes at his cock, thrusting into him deep and hard. “Such a good boy, taking me like this.” He can feel her teeth, sharp and stinging at his skin. He moans, thighs bracketing her hips. Feeling her inside of him—it’s different than anything else they’ve ever done. He feels like he can hardly breathe, an onslaught of pleasure that makes him feel like he’s burning from the inside out.
“Please.” He whispers, rolling his hips and hissing when she squeezes at his cock. And then her hand pulls away, wrapping around his hip instead. Her hips slow, but each thrust hits that perfect inside of him, punching his breath from his chest.
“Think you can come, just from this?”
“Hah—Laura. Hn, please.”
She smiles, “Come on. You can do it, can’t you? Good boy.”
His breath stutters and he lets her hold him down and fuck him, heat building in his gut. He throws his head back, nearly whining as he basks in the feeling of her filing him. His breaths quicken, his chest rising and falling rapidly. She kisses him, her tongue licking into his mouth. He moans, responding as best he can. He feels like his brain is melting, leaving nothing but thoughts of her, her, her.
“Laura—I—” his breath hitches, something in him close to snapping, standing on a precarious precipice. He can see a thin string of spit connecting their lips.
“Travis.” She breathes, “Are you close?” She grips at his thigh, carefully pushing it up. “Gonna come on my cock?”
Travis gasps, shivering. Her nails are tiny pinpricks of pain digging into his skin, adding to the mounting heat. She reaches up, cupping the back of his neck as she tilts his head back. He’s looking at her, flushed cheeks and wild, loose hair.
Her hips snap up into him, quick and deep, “Be a good boy,” she kisses his knee gently, “And come.”
She thrusts forward one last time and Travis shouts, back arching as the cord snaps, the heat unraveling. She’s still fucking him, riding him through it until he’s shivering, legs quivering and breath stuttering as she lowers his thigh. She leans down to kiss his stomach, pulling out slowly. He hisses and her lips brush the corner of his mouth when she leans up.
He breathes, kissing her back lazily. She’s smiling, warm and satisfied.
“So, you liked it?” She says after a moment, hand petting at his waist.
“Did you have to ask?” He breathes, eyelids fluttering as he attempts to stay awake.
She huffs out a laugh, “You can sleep.” She pecks his cheek, hand running soothingly through his hair. He hums and allows himself to drift as she cleans up, her body slotting up against his when she’s finished.
Warm and content, everything goes black.